Preston in Preston?

Yes, we finally made it to Washington! And it looks as though we brought the hot Ohio weather with us – we've been here since Thursday, not a drop of rain, and we're having record-breaking heat. Apparently the Seattle area only has weather this sunny and clear about three days a year. So instead of chilling out and taking a much-needed break, we've been getting out and exploring our new surroundings.

And our way home from Snoqualmie Falls, we happened upon a small town called PRESTON. Who would have thunk it? Our little guy was beat and half asleep, but we woke him and propped him up against this dirty roadside rock for a photo op.

I wonder if we could find a town called "Kate" or "Jeremy"? Hmmmmm.


Belated HFD Post

On Father's Day Jeremy asked that he not have to change a single diaper, just as I requested on my day last month. I obliged and told him I'd do whatever I could to make his first FD a good one.

Not long after my promise was made, I told him I thought I'd heard Preston waking up from his nap and asked him if he'd go check on him. If memory serves correct, I got the ol' eye roll from my husband, but he did it anyhow.

Seconds later I hear Jeremy chuckling. I had dressed Preston is a special FD onesie. One that Jeremy would remember forever.

And yes, those little illustrations are sperm. If you don't 'get it' I can't help you.


And We Have 'Roll Over', Folks

This past Thursday, Preston rolled over from his back to his tummy – although we weren't sure if it was by accident or intentional. He's been sleeping on his side for the past couple weeks, but never made it 'all the way' due to his chubby arm serving as quite a speed bump.

But today he proved that this rolling over thing is no joke. In fact, as soon as you lie him down on the floor or in his crib on his back, the first thing he does is roll over onto his tummy.

But for some reason, he seems to have forgotten how to roll back over, from his tummy to his back. Which is kind of funny considering he's been doing it since he was 4 weeks old.

Now we just have to wait for him to put the two 'rolls' together, and he'll be tumbling all over the place! My days of leaving him unattended on the floor while I put a load of laundry in, take a quick shower, or run to the post office are nearly over. As soon as he figures out he's got mobility, I'm in for it!


Blood, Sweat, Tears and More Sweat

That's what involves getting professional baby pics taken. And I've known this, which is why I've been putting it off, just dreading the headache. Plus we've taken hundreds of pictures of Preston and even set up a couple photo-shoots at home. But, it wasn't the "real deal".

So yesterday morning I made an appointment at Kiddie Kandids (which they are lucky to get my business with that cutsie "K" instead of "C" crap. Pet peeve!). And this is where the saga begins.

Minutes later I look over at Preston and he has a blood smudge on his cheek. This is the blood part. And why wouldn't he scrape himself before picture day? After all, it's not his fault his nails are daggers, it's mine. He can't trim them himself!

So off to Kroger I went, asking the pharmacist what I could and could not put on an infants face. I can't get his first pics taken looking like a feral cat got a hold of him!

I spent last evening and all this morning on scratch-patrol, along with slapping dollop after dollop of Neosporin over his wound. Which somehow he ended up having 2 more tiny nicks. This is the sweat part.

Finally 11:30am rolls around and we're all set in the waiting area. The girl signs us in and doesn't even ask to look at all the paperwork I was told to fill out and bring in for my appointment. I spent time on that sheet people. That sheet held the key to my perfect experience at Kiddie Kandids. It told the photographer what kind of poses I liked, backgrounds, props, and even traditional or contemporary imagery styles. Hello...waste of time!

So I speak briefly with the photographer who spends a couple minutes gooing and gaaing with Preston. He didn't even smile once, so I knew we were in for a treat. I change him into his first outfit and found a frog on the prop wall I thought would look cute in the picture.

The photographer sets Preston down, she makes some funny faces, tickles his cheeks...and whala...the eyebrows turn red, the bottom lip comes out, and then tears. This is the tears part. And for me, the sweat part, again.

The lady asks me to calm him down and to "get some of that red out of his skin tone". But, of course, I stupidly left my magic get-the-red-out-of-his-skin potion at home and we had to wait it out.

Luckily I had Preston's non-magical stuffed monkey to help with the situation. And thanks to the monkey, managed to get through a couple more frog poses, a wardrobe change, and even more pics.

All in all, the photo shoot went fairly well. We weren't able to squeeze any gigantic, gum-showing smiles out of Preston, but I know the little guy did the best he could do. He was passed out in his car seat before we got to the car.

And not to ruin it for our family members, but here are a couple pics...


Dogs or Nuts?

Will Preston grow up to be a tried-and-true Ohio State Buckeye fan since he was born at The Ohio State University? Or will our move to Seattle turn the little guy into a Washington Husky? Hmmmmm.

Only time will tell, but at this point Preston's only 4.5 months old and fairly impressionable. I'm sure his father will do what any good Buckeye Dad would do and brainwash him until he lives, breathes, and eats OSU football.

I, on the other hand, will make my decision based on facts of more importance: Will I look better in Scarlet and Grey, or Purple and Silver? Can I dress a boy in purple? Is Brutus Buckeye a cooler mascot than Harry the Husky? These are the types of things I will consider before deciding which way to sway my child.

Jeremy will probably read this and tell me we have more pressing issues to tend to – selling our home, for example. Or figuring out how to divvy up our time with friends and family before heading out to our temporary home at The Pinnacle on the 26th.

Stay tuned, as our move to the West Coast will undoubtedly supply ample blog material!

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